Quotes About Beauty

La jeunesse est une fleur dont l'amour est le fruit...

azuré.Le yacht avançait rapidement, quoique en apparence il y eût à peine assez de vent pour faire flotter la chevelure bouclée d'une jeune fille.

Whilst Cornelius was weeding, manuring, watering his beds, whilst, kneeling on the turf border, he analysed every vein of the flowering tulips

Youth is a flower of which love is the fruit … Happy the vintager who picks it after watching it slowly mature.

To despise flowers is to offend God. The more beautiful the flower is, the more does one offend God in despising it. The tulip is the most beautiful of all flowers. Therefore, he who despises the tulip offends God beyond measure.

Femeia aceasta este într-adev?r frumoas?, dar frumoas? ca o moart?, frumoas? ca o umbr?, frumoas? ca vedeniile ce È›i se arat? în vis; tocmai de aceea mi se pare c-am v?zut-o în vis... È™i am avut vreo dou?-trei visuri însp?imânt?toare în viaÈ›a mea, de care când îmi amintesc îmi înghea?? sângele în vine

Es la joven una flor, cuyo fruto es el amor… »

La popolazione di Montevideo occupa invece un paese bellissimo, irrigato da ruscelli, intersecato da valli.

Dac? florile înseamn? libertate, relu? cu tristeÈ›e osânditul, atunci înseamn? c? libertatea o am, de vreme ce am florile.

It has been truly said, that a woman who has truly loved is always young, and that the bloom of the girl of twenty years ever lies concealed in some secret cloister of the heart. 1

Coconnas : ...et que pour être querellé , j'aime mieux encore l'être par de jolies lèvres comme les vôtres que par une bouche de travers comme la sienne.

Su horizonte se iba ensanchando más y más, pero no ese horizonte sombrío y lleno de terrores en el que se arrastraba antes de su sueño, sino un horizonte azul, transparente y vasto, con todo lo que el mar tiene de tintas mágicas, con todo lo que el sol tiene de luz, y todo lo que la brisa tiene de perfumes.

Ne savez-vous point que vous êtes mon soleil pendant le jour et mon étoile pendant la nuit ? En vérité je me croyais dans l'obscurité la plus profonde, lorsque vous avez paru tout à l'heure et avez soudain tout éclairé.

Youth is the flower of which love is the fruit; Happy the gatherer who picks it after watching it slowly mature.

It's your face, poor darling. You're ashamed of your tiger face; but I love it. You burn so brightly for me. You burn through the blindness. Believe me...

You think she's pretty, you ought to see my slingshot!

There is a kind of poetry, bad and good, in everything, everywhere we look.

These days, we are closer to the gnarled

Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty— they merely move it from their faces into their hearts. MARTIN BUXBAUM

I wrote to find beauty and purpose, to know that love is possible and lasting and real, to see day lilies and swimming pools, loyalty and devotion, even though my eyes were closed, and all that surrounded me was a darkened room. I wrote because that was who I was at the core, and if I was too damaged to walk around the block, I was lucky all the same. Once I got to my desk, once I started writing, I still believed anything was possible.

It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.

Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.

Although she'd never believe it, those lines in Gillian's face are the most beautiful part about her. They reveal what she's gone through and what she's survived and who exactly she is, deep inside.

Life was beautiful, everyone knew that, but it was also bitter and bleak and unfair as hell and where did that leave a person? On the outs with the rest of the world. Someone who sat alone in the cafeteria, reading, escaping from his hometown simply by turning the page.